Is This Reporter Also Paying Off Debts Today? Chapter 37

Everything is turned upside down

“Maybe I came here to atone for my sins.” Wen Di looked out the window and said softly.

This time He Liang didn’t speak anymore. He was very smart and sensitive to people’s emotional changes. He found that Wen Di fell into a strange mood.

The two of them didn’t talk to each other until they got off the bus.

After getting off the bus, He Liang took the initiative to carry all the luggage. Wen Di was embarrassed and just grabbed a large suitcase and carried it in his hand.

“Brother Wen, let’s rest in this area tonight. The embassy will send us to Area J tomorrow. Area J is our base.” He Liang walked forward and told Wen Di.

The road under his feet was muddy and bumpy than before, and Wen Di walked in a very awkward manner.

The two of them walked towards a building that looked like a “hotel”: “This hotel is run by Chinese people. Generally, Chinese people sent by the government to work here will come here to rest first. Although the conditions are a bit crude, it is better than sleeping on the street. And we all know the boss here, so we feel safe living here. Come on, Brother Wen, give me your passport, and I will help you register.”

Wen Di took out his passport from his bag and handed it to He Liang, while he followed He Liang and looked at it carefully.

The decoration style of this hotel is very similar to that of a domestic guest house in the 1980s. Whether it is the color scheme or the furnishings, Wen Di cannot believe that there is such a country in the world today in the 21st century.

The existence of this hotel is even equivalent to a five-star hotel in country B.

“Teacher Wen, there is only one room left…” He Liang looked at Wen Di in embarrassment.

Wen Di had just arrived and was tired from traveling. He should have been allowed to have a good rest in a single room, but He Liang didn’t want to force himself to sleep on the street!

“It’s okay, the two of us live in one room, let’s make it work.” Wen Di was very considerate and saw He Liang’s dilemma, so he took the initiative to tell the Chinese boss.

The two took the keys and went upstairs.

This is a three-story self-built building. The first floor is the “lobby” and the boss’s home. The second floor is single rooms, and the third floor is double rooms. There is no elevator. The staircase is a spiral staircase that can only accommodate one person. People who are slightly fatter may get stuck at the corner.

Wen Di and He Liang struggled to carry their luggage and climb up the stairs to the third floor.

After arriving in the room, Wen Di finally understood what “it’s better than sleeping on the street” meant.

The door to the room is the simplest wooden door. The door lock is broken and the door can only be locked with a simple latch on the back of the door.

Wen Di tried to lock the door. The next second, “bah”, the shaky latch fell from the wall.

Wen Di froze on the spot for a few seconds, then spoke with difficulty: “…Is it just hanging here waiting for me?”

“Brother Wen, forget it, a lot of things here are like this. If you’re worried, let’s move these two stools behind the door before going to bed at night.” He Liang pointed to the two wooden stools leaning against the wall.

Wen Di looked in the direction of He Liang’s finger and saw that it was a square wooden stool with four legs of different lengths. The boss had thoughtfully padded the short legs with paper and wrapped them with several layers of tape. However, the tapes were a little yellowed and must have been old.

Wen Di nodded silently in agreement. Now he just wanted to lie down on the bed and rest for a while. He felt like his whole body was falling apart.

But even such a simple wish was instantly brought back to reality after he walked to the bed and lifted the quilt.

Different from domestic hotels, the bedding here seems to be taken out from under the bed board by the boss. The pillows are no longer fluffy and soft sponge pillows, but have become pillows with a dark yellow unknown substance in the middle. If you look closely, they seem to have a layer of oily sheen;On the quilt in the small smoke cave, you can still see the sweat stains of a human figure in the middle; the quilt is no longer a snow-white cotton quilt, but a thin quilt with various stains that cannot be cleaned. Wen Di opened the quilt to get some air, but what came to his face was a strange smell mixed with the smell of cigarette smoke and foot odor, which made him cough violently.

“Is this the best hotel here?” Wen Di asked in disbelief.

He Liang nodded indifferently: “Yes, Brother Wen.”

It has been almost two years since He Liang came to Country B. In these two years, in addition to his daily interviewing and shooting tasks, he also had an important task, which was to receive the public personnel arranged by the embassy.

In the past two years, he has received no less than ten people, large and small, and each of them behaved exactly like Wen Di at the beginning, and each of them did not stay here for more than 20 days.

The same was true of his prediction for Wen Di, a coward who couldn’t even stay for 20 days.

“Oh, okay, I’ll settle for you now. I’ll take a nap for an hour, and then we’ll go eat.” After saying that, Wen Di changed his disgusted look two minutes ago, pulled back the quilt and got in, and fell asleep soon after.

This person seems different from those who came before?

He Liang stood blankly by the bed, looking at the back of Wen Di’s head. After thinking for a while, he also got into the quilt, set an alarm for one hour later, closed his eyes and rested.

Just when Wen Di was about to stuff the piece of shabu-shabu tripe wrapped in red oil and Chaotian pepper into his mouth, He Liang woke him up.

He opened his eyes and sat blankly on the bed, scratching his hair irritably to bring his consciousness back to reality.

“Let’s go, Brother Wen, let’s go eat.” He Liang put on his shoes, raised the curtains and looked at the sky outside.

“Okay, I’m a little hungry.” After calming down a bit, his stomach began to protest. Wen Di felt that he had to eat something quickly. If he was staying in a five-star hotel now, if he got stomach trouble again and started vomiting blood, he couldn’t imagine what kind of hellish medical assistance he would go through.

“What do you want to eat? I’ll treat you to a treat.” He Liang’s smile was contagious, and even the sound of the flute swept away the irritability caused by getting out of bed.

“Anything is fine, I don’t choose, as long as it’s clean, hygienic, and easy to digest.”

“Would you like to try the special pilaf here?” He Liang suggested.

“Okay!” Wen Di is a foodie, but after getting together with Lu Huaichu, his daily eating was strictly controlled. Those things that Wen Di regarded as “state banquets” were all “junk food” in Lu Huaichu’s eyes.

Wen Di could not imagine that in Lu Huaichu’s eyes, he was a person who had eaten “trash” for more than 20 years.

Now that Lu Huaichu is no longer nagging in his ears, Wen Di’s foodie nature has gained the upper hand again. When he hears “grabbing rice”, what immediately comes to his mind is the characteristic hand-grabbed rice from the border areas. Coupled with a mouthful of leather teeth, life is simply beautiful.

“Let’s go! Eat some rice!”

“Is this cooking with your hands?” Wen Di looked at the dark brown unknown substance in front of him and tortured He Liang’s soul, “Don’t you have a spoon or chopsticks?”

“Brother Wen, do as the Romans do. People here eat with their hands. Look at that table.” He Liang whispered, and winked at Wen Di to tell him to look aside. He really didn’t lie to him.

Wen Di frowned and looked at the couple at the table next to him for two minutes. After a very fierce struggle in his heart, he looked at the “meal” on the aluminum plate in front of him with difficulty. He raised his left hand and squeezed it unconsciously in the air, as if he was doing some strange ritual to increase the reliability of his psychological construction.

“Brother Wen, Brother Wen!” He Liang suddenly said, interrupting the ceremony of hearing the flute.

“What’s wrong?” Wen Di looked up, puzzled.

“Right hand!” He Liang shook his right hand and pointed at Wen Di’s right hand which was clenched and resting on his lap under the table.

“…Oh, thank you for reminding me.” The ceremony was interrupted, and Xiaohe’s mental construction was completely wiped out by the ruthless lawnmower.

Wen Di raised his right hand again and slowly explored the pool of brown unknown substance.

The rice and soup were still steaming, but not hot to the touch. The rice mixed with the sticky curry came into contact with Wen Di’s fingertips, and his fingertips retracted instantly.

“…” It’s okay. The ancestors of mankind all ate like this. Our ancestors could do this, why can’t I?Wen Di kept thinking in his heart.

Just return to our original nature…return to our original nature…Eating is more important, living is more important…

He put several fingers together to form the shape of a spoon, “scooped” a little rice and put it in his mouth. The soup flowed out between his fingers. Fortunately, the taste was acceptable, otherwise Wen Di felt that he would really break his defense.

After you take the first bite and cross that threshold, things will become more natural after that.

Although Wen Di’s eating style was much more elegant than He Liang’s, he managed to finish the meal with difficulty.

“Brother Wen, the living habits here are completely different from those in China. Just get used to it slowly. When I first came here, I was just like you today. I was not as good as you at that time. When I ate, I always felt like a monkey on Mount Emei. I hadn’t fully evolved yet.” He Liang said while gesticulating.

Although he washed his hands in the restaurant after eating, Wen Di still felt that he was not clean. He scolded Lu Huaichu in his heart for infecting him with his abominable mysophobia. He walked a few steps and smelled his hands with disgust. The faint smell of curry filled his brain.

“Oh? Really? Then you adapted quickly!” Wen Di sniffed his hand and said perfunctorily.

“Brother, stop smelling it. In two days, your whole body may be soaked by this smell…” He Liang couldn’t bear it, but still told him cruelly.

“What?!” Wen Di paused, his eyes full of disbelief and despair.

The two returned to the hotel. It was completely dark. There were street lights on the road in Country B, but few of them could light up normally. Those that could light up kept flashing, as if they had poor contact, just like the light in the house that kept flashing at the moment.

The hot water here is only available for a limited time, and there is still half an hour before the supply is cut off. The two of them took a shower very quickly. Wen Di was very particular about washing out the clothes he was wearing after He Liang finished taking a shower.

Banxia novel, a lot of fun